Blackwater Islands gemini feed

A little was a fine start, thought Whip. After all, one couldn't regain their strength in a single day. After his first breakdown at Redhawk Caldera, it had taken Whip weeks to recover from his own self-inflicted injuries. He figured that it was more or less the same with Galateia (despite the fact that her weakness hadn't been the spawn of a delusional manic fit. /shrug). Nor would she bear the mark of her birth for the rest of her life, unlike Whip, who carried a reminder of his stupidity wherever he went.

Galateia's smile was easily infectious. He himself smiled bashfully as he looked to the plant that she gestured at. Whip shook his head. "It's, um -- it's a plant," he answered, stating the obvious. Unfortuantly, Galateia would have to teach her pupil from the ground up. He did, however, know that the plant would have some sort of use, or else she wouldnt have pointed it out specifically. "What's it do?" he asked.